A couple of hours had passed since Leon arrived. Seraphine’s face looked absolutely radiant—like she’d just experienced the time of her life. Leon also appeared thoroughly satisfied, a contented expression on his features.

They’d just had hardcore sex for quite a while until Seraphine finally called it, completely spent. It had been amazing, intense, exactly what they both needed.

Now they were sitting at a table Leon had created using his elemental affinity—solid ice formed into a comfortable surface with two chairs positioned across from each other.

SHIMMER!

The crystalline furniture gleamed in the ambient light of the dimensional space.

Leon had told Seraphine to sit because he needed to discuss something important with her. She was listening with complete seriousness now, her playful post-sex energy shifting into focused attention.

Something’s coming. I can feel it.

First, Leon reminded her of the girl he’d mentioned previously—Ira, the woman he’d met in the outside world.

Seraphine remembered him mentioning her when they’d first reunited after his dimensional travel. How he’d praised Ira’s strength and told her that she’d helped him so much during the crisis there.

She’d only had positive thoughts about this girl named Ira at the time—gratitude toward someone who’d assisted her Leon when he needed it.

However, now with this formal meeting and his serious tone, she felt like something significant was coming. She could feel tension building in her chest, her heart starting to beat faster.

Leon spoke next, his hand reaching across the table to hold hers firmly. There was no guilt or hesitation in his face—just caring sincerity in his voice as he knew she might get emotional about what he was going to say.

He told her plainly: Ira and he were now in a relationship. They’d been intimate together. She was his second wife.

Seraphine heard it all.

Shock hit her like a physical blow.

She had no words. She couldn’t say anything for a long while—just complete silence as her mind tried to process the information.

Second wife. He has another woman. It’s real now. Not hypothetical anymore, they have been intimate.

Leon during that entire stretch of silence simply let her take it all in, his thumb caressing her hand gently with patient strokes, giving her space to feel whatever she needed to feel.

Seraphine’s mind was having some genuinely dangerous thoughts from time to time.

I could kill her. I could find her and just—

No. Stop. That’s insane.

But she touched him. Held him. Had him inside her the way only I should—

Stop it, Seraphine!

But at the end of her internal storm, she forced herself into outward calm.

She knew intellectually this time would come sooner or later. They’d already talked about this possibility long ago when discussing their future together. She knew she couldn’t satisfy his libido alone—he was an absolute monster in bed. She loved that fact, but she also hated it just a little.

Because it means I have to share him.

She’d accepted the fact that he would eventually have a harem. Multiple women. That was the reality of being with someone as powerful and desirable as Leon.

Finally, she spoke.

Her voice came out surprisingly steady.

"Okay."

Just that single word.

Leon released a visible sigh of relief. He’d known she was going to accept this—they’d already established the framework for this kind of arrangement—but she was being much calmer than he’d anticipated.

Thank god. I was worried she might react more emotionally.

But that assessment was just Leon’s mistaken imagination.

While Seraphine might have looked perfectly calm from the outside, she absolutely was not calm internally. The fact that he had another woman beside her was buzzing constantly in her mind every single second—an incessant background noise she couldn’t silence.

So many questions swirled through her thoughts.

What does she look like? Is she prettier than me? Does she fuck better? Does he prefer her? How did they meet? How did it start? Did he chase her or did she chase him? How many times have they done it? Does he think about her when he’s with me?

But more than anything else right now, more than answers to any of those questions, she desperately wanted to be fucked hard by him.

I need him inside me. Need to feel him claiming me. Need to have only HIM in my mind—not the constant thoughts of this woman named Ira buzzing around like angry wasps.

A woman she was simultaneously dying to know more about and wanted to forget existed entirely.

She expressed her desire directly, her amethyst eyes meeting his with heated intensity.

"Leon. I want you to fuck me. Right now."

Leon didn’t say anything in response, despite the fact they’d literally just finished having sex before this conversation. They hadn’t gone as intensely as they sometimes did—not to the point of her passing out from exhaustion after a full day of marathon sex—but she’d been thoroughly satisfied just minutes ago.

If I point that out or hesitate, I’m going to see another version of her. A dangerous, unhinged version I’m not prepared to deal with right now.

Her eyes held something wild and possessive that made him choose immediate agreement over rational discussion.

So without a single word of protest, Leon simply destroyed the ice table with a thought.

CRASH! SHATTER!

The crystalline furniture exploded into harmless mist.

He stood and pulled her into his arms. She latched onto him immediately, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms circling his neck. His hands went to her soft ass, gripping her firmly, supporting her weight.

She kissed him aggressively—their tongues intertwining with desperate hunger.

SLURP! SLURP!

The wet sounds of their passionate kiss filled the space as they devoured each other.

After the intense kiss finally ended, Leon carried her toward the bed they’d just vacated. He laid her down gently on the mattress, her purple hair spreading across the pillows like a royal fan.

Seraphine’s amethyst eyes swirled with complex emotions as she looked up at him—desire mixed with insecurity, love mixed with possessiveness, acceptance mixed with jealousy.

Then she asked the question that had been burning in her mind.

"Who is more beautiful between the two of us? Ira or me?"

Her tone carried an edge that gave Leon immediate chills running down his spine.

Oh fuck.

He’d genuinely thought she was handling this revelation well—that she was calm and mentally prepared since they’d discussed the possibility of a harem arrangement before.

But this single question told him in crystal clarity that her acceptance was nowhere near as complete or peaceful as her outward composure suggested.

This is a minefield. Every word I say next could detonate something.

Their clothes were already gone—both of them completely naked. Leon had removed every piece of fabric using his spatial manipulation without either of them even noticing the transition.

SHIMMER!

Their garments simply ceased to exist, leaving only bare skin ready for what was coming next.

Leon’s rock-hard 10-inch cock—thick as her wrist, veiny and pulsing with raw need—pressed insistently against Seraphine’s flat, toned stomach, the swollen, glossy head leaking thick, hot precum that smeared sticky trails across her pale skin with every subtle shift of their bodies.

The sheer weight of it pinned her down as much as his muscular frame did, a constant, throbbing reminder of how completely he filled her world.